The time was World War II, December 9th to be exact. The sun cascaded over the big blue ocean it floated above. It was calm and quiet; the only sound resonating through the air was the paddling of a small rowboat. The paddling was from the strong blonde man rowing. His light blue eyes looked behind him so he could direct correctly but it was hard since his companions in the boat, well one of them, was making it difficult to concentrate. The one who was prattling a storm was a brunette man named Italy. He was talking non-stop about pasta to the other man in the boat, Japan. The rower, as his name was Germany, growled slightly and yelled at the smaller man, "ITALY! Vill you shut jour mouth for one second?"

The Italian jumped and nodded with an airhead-like smile, "Si Germany!"

The blue-eyed man sighed and began to row again. The black haired quiet man who sat across from Italy asked, "Germany-san. Where exactry are we going?"

Germany answered, "Ve are going to a country known as Ibliechenstein. It's been in insolation for 161 years."

Italy's head peaked up when he heard the name, having heard it before from his friend, Hungary. Japan tilted his head, "Why if it is arright to ask?"

The blonde turned to them, letting go of the oars. He gave them a stern look, "To make a new ally."

The two other men blinked a bit. Germany was very reluctant to make new allies. "Ve!" the Italian exclaimed, "Why-a Germany?"

"Ibliechenstein's main export before it vent isolated vas firearms, metal, and fish. I zhought it would be a gut idea to have him be an ally," the German explained as he began to row again.

A few hours passed before they caught site of land. It was very luscious with green grass around the sandy beaches that many families were enjoying. The man could see the many homes and business buildings on the island country. Germany rowed to the dock and say it was gated and locked. "Locked?" Germany asked himself.

"Ve! Maybe to keep people out!" Italy smiled but Germany glared at him replying, "I know zhat dumnkopf!"

Japan suggested, "Why not break it open?"

Germany nodded and did so, in a single pull. He opened the gate, stepping on the wooden dock and helping Italy and Japan on it as well. The three then walked down the dock to the man standing near it. The man had the oddest hair color, blue. He also had blue eyes that were wide when he stared at them. "Hallo," the German greeted, "Ve are here to see your country's representation."

The man gulped rather loudly and nodded, "I-I'll take you there."

The three countries followed the strangely dressed man to a house that looked as if it was from Japan's country. Beautiful flowers and plants out in the large forest surrounded it. The doors were obviously sliding paper doors in the Asian man's mind and it made him feel more comfortable to be somewhere new. The man gave them a curt nod good bye before running off. Germany knocked on the wood of the sliding door and waited for it to be open. A light male voice, with a ting of Italian accent, called from inside, "One-a memento please!"

The paper door slid open slowly, revealing a short male with blonde hair. He had a curl coming out of his hair, just like Italy's. He gave them smile before saying, "Hello! Can I-a help you gentlemen-a?"

"Ja," Germany said, "Ve are here to see zhe representative."

The man smiled and stepped out of the house, "I'll-a take you to her!"

Italy, Germany, and Japan's eyes widened at the pronoun her. The man walked down the paved sidewalk and the country representatives followed him. He arrived at yard full of beaten up automobiles. The short blonde pointed into the yard and said, "She's in there," with a smile.

Germany nodded in thanks before stepping into the car-covered grounds. The three walked forward in the yard, pushing rusty bumpers and broken glass out of the way. "Ve, Germany?" Italy unsettled the silence, "Is the-a representative a ragrazza?"

The blonde sighed, "I hope not."

The men continued to walk until they heard a big pound of metal on metal. They ran over and hid behind an old busted-up brown car. They glanced over it, eyes widening when they saw a woman, no older than 19, looking at a car with a large sledgehammer in her hands. Her back was turned to them but they could see her short dark brown hair that reached her shoulders was newly cut. She was slim, having a black leather jacket covering her top half. She wore a black skirt, about mid-thigh, and ballet flats of the same color. As they observed her, they began to hear a light voice singing, "Right now he's probably slow dancing with a bleached-blond tramp, and she's probably getting frisky. Right now, he's probably buying her some fruity little drink 'cause she can't shoot whiskey."

The woman moved her head, showing the dangerous glint in her dark reddish brown eyes. Her eyes held something of a scared yet brave feeling. A feared yet fearful feeling as well. "Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool stick, showing her how to shoot a combo and he don't know," she sang before adjusting the sledgehammer in her hand.

"That I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive, carved my name into his leather seats," she chorused as she slammed the steel tool into the poor car's window that broke automatically.

The men flinched at the large sound but refused to move. They had grown curious of the female. "I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights, slashed a hole in all 4 tires. Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats," the brunette sang as she slammed her sledgehammer into the headlights of the car.

She suddenly screamed in frustration and began to beat the car as if it was a concrete block.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The loudness of the banging caused the Italian man to scream and hide behind the taller-by-8-centimeters German. The woman automatically stopped and threw something at them. At the speed it was going, Japan concluded it as a weapon and grabbed it before it could hit Germany. Upon further examination, it was purple shuriken. The male countries looked at her and found her sitting on the car, her legs and arms crossed. "Can I help you, gentlemen?" she asked in a firm tone.

Suddenly the Italian sprung up and hugged her tightly, yelling, "VE! IB!"